The unknown facets
26 September 2018
Life’s mysteries form
A pleat within destiny
Traces of camphor
Neatly tucked away
Remembrance a robe of light
My nostrils inflamed
Repeated chipping
Eye discovers in the seams
The unknown facets
Reading of the poem:
Familiar – Agnes Obel
Masters ending in my release
22 September 2016
The golden dragons multiplied
Within the monsoons of the wild
The Gods of dark that we reviled
Shed weight of cloaks in which they lied
The secrets you and me confide
They grow like the stream meek and mild
Within the bosom of the child
Through rivers oceans amplified
I bore within me mysteries
Raked leafy lives revealing none
Blowing in winds through centuries
Call of soul echoing through breeze
Tribe of one outer world would shun
Masters ending in my release
Reading of the poem:
The Messenger – Anilah
Unfolding mysteries spin
11 July 2016
Three fingers
Woven in the skin
Define me
Pink contours
The flash seen without detours
As the heat rises
Still glances
As the ship glides on
The icebergs
Illusion
Above and below now bound
The law of fusion
Hot and cold
Term me dynamics
Balance point
Zero stance
Two heads one bodied soul joint
As the wizards dance
Dead freedom
Measures of the sleep
Company
False we keep
Lulling us into the fields
Where orphans will weep
Writhing frames
The wilting will slain
Our bodies
Fallen stars
Mummies preserved where we’d lain
Tucked into the folds
Death akin
To ecstasies’ flames
Subtle grounds
My mind hounds
Unfolding mysteries spin
A blue heart to win
Reading of the poem:
Uloin – Tenhi
Näkin Laulu (1997 version) – Tenhi
Haaksi – Tenhi
Set against moonfall
30 December 2015
The fleeting travels
Of bees, birds and of fireflies
Across winter skies
The breath of Thunder
Bolting through the cloudy shroud
A blanket of stars
Bright the eerie nights
As shadows slink into lights
Waning mysteries
Dissolve the cobwebs
Spiders’ work will blow no more
Chilly winds of Toth
Slaves of yesterday
Rise to seasonal high tides
Spring will set them free
The smiles of morrows
Etched in infinity’s bluebells
Between bow and tie
Days will cut fabrics
Nights will stitch together hems
Of blackbirds new flags
Weeping in past tense
Hearts dawn to new reckonings
Upon sunlit paths
The sun will set blaze
A cross tidal waves that climb
Within Heart’s waters
Christen the daughters
Ivy, Jasmine, Mistletoe
The winding creepers
Shutters braced open
With all of Heart’s bright vessels
Golden beginnings
Of Gold the linings
Stained red with tinmen’s droplets
Vessels of Copper
Of thirteenth the month
A backdrop of new life’s roots
Set against moonfall
As Night turns to Day – Arcana
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